I am

I was taking a usual stroll around my neighbourhood when I saw her on the corner of 6th street. She wore a leather necklace with metal attachments. She was obviously from a rich family. She had class and soft blonde hair. I could smell her perfume from here. I walked past her briskly and joyfully. I'm sure she smelled me too as she glanced over her shoulders at me. I walked past her again and this time she definitely gave me that look. I stopped some distance away from her. Slowly turned back. I look at her in the eyes, occassionally down. I started walking towards her. She turned as if to brush me away, taunting me. I went so close to her, her smell consumed me. I bent down to kiss her and thats when the lady pulled the chain and dragged her away. I look at my image in the window glass disappointedly. I'm a street dog. I need to find another bitch to fuck within the next few minutes of my intensified animal desire.